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Sasha:Yes. Why?
Ezra:We should talk.
She stared at the message, her stomach sinking. Had he taken time to think about what they’d done and decided it was a mistake?Nonono.She couldn’t think like that. He’d said they needed to talk in the tack room, too, but they hadn’t talked at all. Well, he did, but she’d been too stunned by his sudden jealousy, desire, and all that dirty talk to speak.
Sasha:Talk with words or like we talked in the tack room?Her thumb hovered over the screen for a few seconds before she got up the nerve to send it.
Ezra:Do I have to choose?
Relief and happiness bubbled up inside her, but she tried to act casual.
Sasha:No. What’s up?
Ezra:I have a problem.
Sasha:??
She held her breath.
Ezra:I can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to you.
A thrill skittered through her. She started to respond but thought better of it. He’d left her hanging all day, not knowing where they stood. She wasn’t going to let him off that easy. It was time for a little payback. She ate some popcorn and watched the movie for a good five minutes before responding.
Sasha:Ezra, this is Wynnie. Sasha is in the bathroom. This is very inappropriate. I’d like to meet with you tomorrow morning.
Three little dots danced on the screen like he was typing. They disappeared. Seconds passed like minutes. She was about to text and say she was kidding when the dots reappeared.
Ezra:That’s not funny.
She sent a laughing emoji.
Ezra:I’m going to have to punish you.
Sasha:Time-out?
Ezra:No, Bo Peep. When I get my hands on you, you’re not getting ANY time-outs.
Her body heated.
Sasha:That’s hardly a punishment. I might have to be naughty more often.
A devil emoji popped up, and she couldn’t stop grinning.
Ezra:Can I see you?
She turned off the movie and pushed to her feet, thumbing out,Yes. When?as she headed to her bedroom to change her clothes.
Ezra:Open the door, Bo Peep. I’m here.
She stood stock-still in the middle of the living room. She wasn’t ready. She quickly pulled the clip from her hair and shook it out. A knock sounded at the door, sending her body into a flurry of anxious anticipation.Shootshootshoot.She looked down at her cotton shorts and faded pink sweatshirt as another knock rang out. This wasnothow she wanted to greet him for their first time alone since the tack room, but with no time to change and her thundering heart making it difficult for her to think, she forced a deep breath, reminding herself he’d seen her in worse, and went to answer the door.
Chapter Twelve
HOLY HOTNESS. EZRA stood before her, holding a paper bag and looking deliciously handsome in a gray T-shirt and jeans, his dark eyes taking a slow stroll down the length of her. Her nipples pebbled beneath his heated gaze. A devilish grin curved his lips, and she remembered she wasn’t wearing a bra, making her even more nervous.
“Hey, Sash.”
“Hi.” She absently touched her hair, feeling a little awkward and embarrassed. “Sorry I didn’t have time to change or do my hair or anything.”
